.....are probably the best ways to describe my behaviour last night.
My friend was having a house party out in the leafy dublin area of donnybrook. I wasnt even going to go but all of a sudden i just got up and was on my way. I bought my booze in town and got the 46a to donnybrook. When i arrived i met my friend who already seemed to be a bit tipsy. I went into the house expecting to see a party in full swing but there were only 5 people there. I was introduced and i was already thinking that i was out of my depth. These people are what you would call posh, and slightly full of themselves. The house in question was owned my friends housemate, her parents have quite a number of propertys throughout dublin apparently......Anyway i could see i was bit of the odd one out after been introduced, i think they were hoping i was joking when i told them i was living in student accomadation in ballymun....
About an hour had passed and i was well on my way through my shoulder of vodka, i was having a pretty crap time and was thinking of leaving until my two friends from secondary school in Limerick showed up and my prayers had been answered, so i thought.
The drinks were flowing after that and i must admit i was pretty drunk. The party was pretty packed and it was around this time that my behaviour started dwindle.
My two limerick friends were acting the bollox, i.e breaking tiles and ripping radiators out of the walls. At the time i was thinking it was hilarious and i then partook in my own idiotic shenanigans such as "accidentally " breaking glasses and spitting everywhere . I really hate this kind of behaviour and i look down upon greatly which is why im so ashamed and suprised at myself.
It sad to think that at my age peer pressure can still get to me, its probably the only explanation i can come up with for doing the things i did.
As always my conscience kicked in (eventually) and i told my good friend who was hosting the party what was going on and who was smashing tiles and ripping radiators out of walls. Unfortunately in my drunken state, i didnt realise that one of the persons doing these things was right behind me when i was squeeling on him. Yup....i got caught red handed! He didnt seem to be too mad at me, but he wouldnt let it go the fact that i was telling on him. I felt pretty guilty about this and as usual i didnt have the balls to tell him that he shouldn't of been acting like a prick in the first place.
Eventually the party started to die down and i got to bed at 4am. Woke up at 8am and i started walking into town to get a bus out to DCU. I wasn't really able to walk straight and it was here when i realised that i was still really drunk. I then continued to fall out of the Spar opposite trinity college, (never got so many dirty looks in my life i dont think). I eventually made it to college and was greeted by my chemistry lecturer in the hallway. He must of known from the lost expression on my face that i didnt have a clue where my lecture was on. He then directed me to the appropriate lecture hall and I fell asleep for 40 minutes. After my little nap, myself and the people i hang around with in college decided to go to the canteen (the usual place we hang out if we have to wait around for a lecture). It was there i realised how tired and drunk i still was and that i could sense a hangover kicking in. I also stank of stale alcohol and i must of looked like a right state. So instead of hanging around and further embarrasing myself in front of my group of friends, I picked up my bag and got the hell out of there, made no goodbyes, I wasnt really in the mood for another joke about the mental state i was in .
Hmmmm.......I think i should of stayed in last night.....
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